Chapter 852: The Dagger is Drawn

The conference room of the Han Corporation was eerily silent. The ink on the contracts was still fresh, a testament to the seismic shift in power that had just occurred. Han Ling stood frozen, her face a mask of pale disbelief, the chilling finality of Milo Leng’s glance replaying in her mind. It was not a look of anger or triumph, but of absolute, indifferent finality. It was the look of a god casting a fleeting gaze upon a mortal, acknowledging her existence only to dismiss it as inconsequential. Han...